Entering the villa, Yang Jing deliberately kept his steps very light.
He gently opened the door and stood at the doorway, quietly watching his already asleep sister.
Before sleeping, Yang Chan seemed to have cried, her face was stained with tear marks, and the pillow was wet.
"No matter what!"
"Brother will definitely protect you!" Watching his sister, Yang Jing silently vowed in his heart.
Turned into such a distorted figure, neither human nor ghost, Yang Jing had long lost his will to live.
Helping the Ghost Leader with so many heinous deeds, Yang Jing only felt that his sins were unforgivable.
If not for his sister, he would have fought the Ghost Leader by now.
However, this is his weakness, tightly held by the Ghost Leader.
Yang Jing quietly watched his sister for more than half an hour.
Ever since the eerie invasion, it seemed he hadn't properly spent time with her.
Unconsciously, Yang Jing's face was streaked with tears.
